If any fellow knows the value of a good dinner, he does.

You'll see that the duke's hospitality will not be thrown away on him." "It's very much thrown away upon me, I know," said Frank, who could not at all put up with the idea of sitting down to dinner without having been spoken to by his host.
"Oh, nonsense!" said his clerical friend; "you'll enjoy yourself amazingly by and by.

There is not such champagne in any other house in Barsetshire; and then the claret--" And Mr Athill pressed his lips together, and gently shook his head, meaning to signify by the motion that the claret of Gatherum Castle was sufficient atonement for any penance which a man might have to go through in his mode of obtaining it.
"Who's that funny little man sitting there, next but one to Mr de Courcy?
I never saw such a queer fellow in my life." "Don't you know old Bolus?
Well, I thought every one in Barsetshire knew Bolus; you especially should do so, as he is such a dear friend of Dr Thorne." "A dear friend of Dr Thorne ?" "Yes; he was apothecary at Scarington in the old days, before Dr Fillgrave came into vogue.

I remember when Bolus was thought to be a very good sort of doctor." "Is he--is he--" whispered Frank, "is he by way of a gentleman ?" "Ha! ha! ha! Well, I suppose we must be charitable, and say that he is quite as good, at any rate, as many others there are here--" and Mr Athill, as he spoke, whispered into Frank's ear, "You see there's Finnie here, another Barchester attorney.

Now, I really think where Finnie goes Bolus may go too." "The more the merrier, I suppose," said Frank.
"Well, something a little like that.